I nodded.
"Guest planned the whole thing himself," I said. "It was easily arranged.
The curious part of it all is that he seems to have got the poison out of his system entirely now!"
She looked at me a little breathlessly.
"You are really wonderful people, both of you," she said.
"We have been very fortunate," I answered.
"And why," she asked, "are you dressed like a somewhat seedy-looking foreigner?"
"I am the head-waiter at the Cafe Suisse," I answered.
"Where is that?"
"In Soho! Guest--my uncle--is the proprietor."
"Listen, Jim!" she said. "Do not tell me why you are there, or what you are doing. I suppose I ought to be working on the other side--but I shall not. What I was going to do for the sake of you dead, I shall do now for the sake of you living. You and I are allies!"
"Pour la vie!" I answered, kissing her fingers; "you see even Nagaski is becoming reconciled to me."
She smiled and patted his head.
"At any rate," she said, "but for him I should not have found you! I wonder--"
I answered her unspoken question.
"I should not have come out," I told her. "To tell you the truth, Adele, I am a different man now from what I was half an hour ago. I had forgotten that I was still a live being, and that the world was, after all, a beautiful place. I think I had forgotten that there was such a person as Hardross Courage. The absorption of these days, when one has to remember, even with every tick of the clock, that the slightest carelessness, the slightest slip, means certain death--well, it lays hold of you. No wonder the lines are there, dear!"
"Some day," she whispered, "I will smooth them all away for you! ..."
Gilbert came in a few minutes later.
"I am sorry to disturb you," he said, "but it is time I was off."
He glanced at Adele.
"We have no secrets," I declared quickly.
He smiled.
"Well," he said, "I have an appointment with the Foreign Secretary at three o"clock this afternoon. Where can I see you afterwards?"
I hesitated. That was rather a difficult question to answer.
"I don"t want to come here too often," I answered. "Do you mind sitting up a little later than usual tonight?"
"Of course not," he answered gravely.
"Then let me come to your club about a quarter to one," I said. "You can see me in the strangers" room."
Adele rose and gave me her hand.
"I too, must go," she said. "I may write to you here--if I do I shall address the envelope to Sir Gilbert. Good-bye!"
I kissed her fingers, and she drew away from me a little shyly. My cousin saw her to the door, and in less than half an hour I was in my shiny dress coat, on duty for luncheon at the Cafe Suisse.
There were the usual crowd of people there, but no one whom I recognized particularly, until the stout lady who had talked to me the night before came in. I showed her to a table, and she talked to me graciously in German. She had discarded her black sailor hat, and had the appearance of being dressed in her best clothes.
"You see to-day I am alone," she remarked, drawing off her gloves and revealing two large but well-shaped hands, the fingers of which were laden with rings.
"You must take good care of me--so! And I am hungry--very hungry!"
It was a table d"hote luncheon for eighteen-pence, and she ate everything that was set before her, and frequently demanded second helpings. All the time she talked to me, sometimes in German, sometimes in broken English.
She seemed quite uneasy when I was not all the time by her side.
"My good man," she told me, "has gone away for two--three days. I am lonely, so I eat more! Why do you smile, Herr Schmidt?"
I shook my head.
"I know what you think," she continued, her black eyes upraised to mine.
"You think that after all I am not so very lonely. Perhaps you are right.
My good man he is much older than I. Sometimes he is very tiresome."
I murmured my sympathy. Just at that moment, Guest entered and pa.s.sed through to the little office, all smiles and bows--the typical restaurateur. Madame eyed him keenly.
"It is your uncle, the new proprietor, is it not?" she asked.
I nodded, and left her on the pretext of a summons from another table.
Something in Guest"s look had told me that he wished to speak to me. He was taking off his overcoat when I entered the office.
"Be careful of that woman," he whispered in my ear. "She is dangerous."
I nodded.
"She is Hirsch"s wife," I remarked.
"She pa.s.ses as such, I know," he answered. "I have come across her once or twice in my time. She is cleverer than she seems, and she is dangerous. Any news?"
"We have a fresh ally," I answered. "She goes to Paris this afternoon."
"Miss Van Hoyt?" he exclaimed.
"Yes!"
He glanced at a calendar.
"Good luck to her!" he answered. "We will talk later. Go back into the restaurant."